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Sorry for the delay on this - I debated for a while to out his up. Like the others, I will poty in parts - it will be easier to digest and easier for me to edit!

This is about the last time I saw my ex wife. It took place last October, and we hadn't seen each other in 30 years. I will tell you this will take a while to get into as it needs context, but it will be worth it by the end.

My ex and I got divorced in the late 80’s To be honest, the only thing we had in common was sex. I wanted to live in NY, she wanted the Jersey shore. She hated that I worked late, ; I hated when I came home after a 10 hour day, I had to deal with her complaining. The sex was outstanding, but life was not. The divorce was messy, and I left for the Midwest and far better times.

Over those 30 years, we only communicated three times. In the mid nineties she reached out to me after finding my information to let me know she got remarried and had a kid. I reached out to her in 2008 when I heard her sister had passed. I sent a condolence card; she didn't respond. In 2015, I sent a note let her know that I had surgery for colon cancer and if she hadn’t, get tested. No response back

Last year my mother passed way, and I was responsible for wrapping up all the loose ends – wills, sell the house, etc. Since I had no family left in NY, this would be the last time I would be back except as a tourist. So, I found her number and texted her regarding the situation and we should get together for the last time. She responded to me after a few days, so she was undecided for awhile, but agreed to meet me. I suggested we meet on the Sunday I was leaving, She agreed, and we arranged for brunch at a place near her home in New Jersey. I changed my flight to Newark to accommodate her.

I drove up to the restaurant and waited at the front door. Typically, she was right behind me in arriving, walking up to the front door. I looked at her and what she was wearing and thought she had gone back to her old prim way of dressing. No cute sun dress or something a bit daring; just a peasant skirt and your basic blouse. Very unremarkable. But - for almost 60, she still looked good., A bit worn – and who isn’t at that age, but still very pretty and put together .

She came up and I smiled; she didn't. I went to give her a kiss on the cheek, she turned so I almost missed her. I remember thinking this was a really bad idea and tried to think what did I ever see in her.. She started into the restaurant and I walked behind, and then I remembered what I saw in her: that sweet ass. It still moved in a way that got me hard every time.

We went to sit down and made small talk. She was cold at first, but after a while she began to open up. I guess I charmed her a bit, because she began to laugh and smile like she did all those years ago. We caught up a bit – what I was doing, what she was doing, etc. She then told me about her being remarried and divorced (which I knew), she had move to a condo (which I knew) and that she was teaching (which I knew - thank you internet). We had a drink, and as she talked, she bean t open up a bit. So – I wanted to know about her marriage and divorce.

I asked how she had met him. “Well, I had finally got my own apartment. I left my parents house, and was on my own. The night I got settled, I walked over to a shore bar near my place in Belmar, and grabbed a beer. There were about five guys playing pool, and they were looking over. I waved and after another beer, decided to flirt a bit. I went over, we played pool, and I got this one guys attention. He and I hit it off a bit, and they decide to leave, so I asked the guy I was flirting with if he wanted a night cap at my place.

“Sounds like an interesting beginning”, I said.

“ Well, it was. We got to my place, and I guess I was really horny, because I dropped down to my knees and gave him oral sex”. She still kept that veer of prim and proper when she was not in heat. “ “We spent the night together, and in the morning, he was saying he loved me, that I was terrific. I’m guessing he didn't have a lot of experience, even though he s a few years older than me”

“What happened next”?

“We started going out, and while I liked him, it took a while to fall in love. I hadn’t had anyone in my life since we broke up, so this attention was nice.”

“So what happened?”

“Life, I guess. But he wasn’t very good in bed, and after a while, he kind of lost interest in me, and sex wasn't that important. So I kind of stopped pushing that area since he didn't seem interested. And do you know what’s funny?

“What?”

“He said he waned a divorce because I was not that good in bed, that I was uninteresting when we had sex! Can you believe that?

“I think it was him. You just needed the right partner?

“What do you mean?

‘” I don’t I have to remind you of what we did. The time we had sex under the boardwalk, with other people above us? The time you gave oral sex to your former student? That you gave traded your body for that kid’s silence?

“Excuse me, I believe you were trading my body. I was just following orders”

With that line, I could see her start to slightly move in her seat. She was getting a bit flush, so I knew remembering those wild sex moments was turning her on.
“ And the night you played call girl for me? Doing sex tricks for money? Dressed up like a high class hooker? And- If I remember you made about 500 bucks that night.”

“ I did give it back!”

“Yes, but you played the game! And do you remember what you said at the end?

“I don't think so”. She stammered that out. She didn't want to say it, but I was going to get her to.

“ Sure you do! You were thinking of a career change, weren’t you?

She dropped her head a bit, but then as she said this she raised and looked me right in the eye. “I said I wanted to be a call girl – fuck men for money” There it was – I knew she was getting turned on because she said fuck versus have sex.

“And don't forget the night we took pictures? You put on three days of sex shows for the guys across the street! And I wonder if those construction guys still have those pictures of you?

She turned a bit more red and a bit more flush. The memories were making this school teacher a little bit hot.

“So – the issues between your ex and you aren’t yours – there his. You have a wild sexual streak. You just need the right person who can get you there and how to push those buttons.”

She took a deep breath and said, “Maybe you’re right. You did know how to get me to my wild side. She then paused and said “I need to go to the ladies room”. And with that she got up and left the table.

I was sure when she came back the day was over. I knew she wasn't totally comfortable with all the things we did in our youth, but I think she might want to forget them, and perhaps seeing me brought them all back. I started to grab my wallet when she came up on my left shoulder.

“Close your eyes”

“What?

“Close your eyes and open your hand. Stick it out under the table”

“ Ok, I guess” I had no idea what she was up to.

I did what she asked, and as I opened my hand, I felt something soft drop into it. I opened my eyes, and realized what she put there. She had placed her slightly oversized granny panties in my hand! I began to raise my hand with the panties until she grabbed them and said, ‘Don't! Just slip the in your pocket! It’s something to remember me by”.